Sunday, February 12, 2017

Get to Know Your Muslim Neighbors

For a South Jersey girl, my
upbringing was markedly ordinary. I played soccer. I joined student council. I
walked to my Sicilian grandmother’s house every day after school.

And just like everyone else in
my small town of Hammonton, my summer revolved around blueberries — blueberry
pie, blueberry canolis, even blueberry pizza. The blueberry season culminated
in a Red, White, and Blueberry festival each July. I couldn’t make this up if I
tried.

When I got a little older,
playtime with my cousins turned into bussing tables with my sisters at my
family’s small Italian restaurant. But after the 9/11 attacks, something else
changed for me, too.

I was part of the only Muslim
American family in my majority Catholic town.

Before the attacks, I never felt
like an outsider. But once the towers came down, friends I’d grown up playing
soccer or decorating for homecoming with started jokingly referring to me as a
“terrorist,” or pleading “don’t bomb me” whenever we disagreed on something.

I noticed my Egyptian father
introducing himself as “Andre” to customers at the restaurant, though his name
is Anwar. I have to think it wasn’t just to avoid people questioning the
authenticity of his Italian dishes.

I didn’t have a name for it back
then. But while I was in college, “Islamophobia” became the buzzword. And
phobia was right. It was all about fear.

I’d thought that people in my
town knew me. I was the short, quiet girl who brought weirdly gourmet leftovers
from her family’s restaurant for lunch, and would probably let you copy
the answers to her homework if you asked nice enough.

I wasn’t able to step into the
shoes of my white, mostly Catholic neighbors and see that despite my feeling
very ordinary, my Muslim family and our ideals had always felt a little
unfamiliar to them. And after 9/11, they were taught to feel afraid of those
little differences.

If I knew then what I know now,
I’d tell my friends that I enjoyed getting my face painted at the Blueberry
Festival just as much as the next kid, even if I didn’t eat a hot dog.

I’d tell them that my religious
ideals include putting others before myself, working to take care of my parents
when they grow older, being thankful for each day I’m granted, and loving my
neighbors even if they’re unsure how to love me back.

I’m lucky because I still have
the chance to have those conversations.

In fact, last year the FBI
reported a stunning 67 percent increase in hate crimes against Muslim
Americans. Many of us fear it’s only going to get worse now.

With the rise of ISIS, again
people are being taught to fear innocent people from countries they don’t know.
And under the new administration, policies are being implemented to ban those
unfamiliar faces — many of whom are fleeing attacks by ISIS and violent wars
they had no role in starting — from our shores.

If we take the time to get to
know one another, instead of building physical and political barriers, I think
we’d find that we’re all just striving for the universal ideals of health and
happiness. And that’s nothing to fear.

Domenica Ghanem is the media manager at the Institute for
Policy Studies. Distributed by OtherWords.org.

Thought for the day

Nothing funny about tired Saturday Night Live on Fake News NBC! Question is, how do the Networks get away with these total Republican hit jobs without retribution? Likewise for many other shows? Very unfair and should be looked into. This is the real Collusion!

Individual One’s tweet at 4:52 AM - 17 Feb 2019 after a long, hard day of playing golf at Mar-A-Lago on Day Two of our “national emergency.”

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